Just a word now and then about working in a prison and for the Department Of Corrections. Plus a good bit of ranting here and there.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

A Farewell To Treatment

Well, tonight was my last night in 25 house. Tomorrow I start my new bid out on the yards.

Last week Miz Slim and Miz Contrary asked me what I wanted to eat and I decided on pizza. I haven't had a real good pizza in a while. So yesterday Miz Slim brought pizza, Miz Contrary brought donuts and apple fritters (yum... apple fritters....) and I brought the sodas and we had a farewell party.

I ate until I was stuffed. It was a good thing that nothing happened. I wouldn't have been able to run ten feet. But they say a well fed Sergeant is a happy Sergeant. So I guess I was pretty dang happy.

We were short people tonight so I got to go count all of the wings. Chuck and I started in E wing and we counted like every other night. Then we went down to D wing and on the way out Chuck says "Let's hear a little noise in here! It's Sergeant Rev's last night in this house!"

There were a few cheers and whoops and a few "See ya, Sarge!" Just as I was about to walk out someone shouted "Yeah! The Po-lice is gone!" I almost stopped. But I thought better of it and just waved and walked out.

Pretty much the same thing happened in C wing and down in A wing counting with Miz Slim, except she didn't say anything to them while I was there.

But we went down and counted B wing and as I was walking out the whole wing started singing.

"Nah nah nah nah...
Nah nah nah nah...
Hey hey hey...
Goodbye..."

I just kind of froze in place for a second and my brain was going "What the snap?"

I looked at Miz Slim and she smiled and said "I think that's for you, Sarge." I looked back down the wing and they are still singing.

"Nah nah nah nah...
Nah nah nah nah...
Hey hey hey...
Goodbye..."

And they are all looking up the hallway at me, smiling and waving and singing. And a big stupid grin broke out on my face. I couldn't help it. Finally I managed to kick start my brain long enough to wave back and give them a thumbs up. On the way out of the wing I pretended to smack Miz Slim with my clipboard and I heard them all laughing down in the wing.

So like I said when I got the bid. I'm not going to miss the houses so much. And definitely won't miss working treatment.

But I had a good crew in both houses and I'll miss working with them like crazy.

6 comments:

Sounds like a pretty sweet send off. Reminds me of that one episode of Scrubs where everyone lined up in the hall for JD and then he goes outside and there's this big sheet with all of his memories projected on it. Kind of surreal. Hopefully they won't make the same mistake and have another season with a whole new cast of guards and no Rev on the show anymore, and...what were we talking about again?